Page 25 of Festive Fugitive
His cock thrusts into my throat time and time again, and I wouldn’t dare defy the strong hands holding my head in place. I’m exactly where I should be—mouth open and ready to swallow his load. I’m so desperate to find out how it tastes. I hope my mouth is nice and hot for him, that he likes the way I stroke him with my tongue. That he enjoys seeing me like this, because my face is already damp with tears and saliva, and if he keeps riding my throat so roughly, this is how he will see me every single time.
“That’s good. You’re such a hot mess, Eli. But you love it. You love servicing my cock, don’t you?”
I hum, sending vibrations down his shaft, but he keeps talking, fingers wound into my hair.
“That’s right. Keep me satisfied, and I’ll keep you safe. I’ll make you my little prince, the happiest man alive, but in bed, your holes are mine.”
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I might be getting hard again.
I make a little moan and nod as much as he allows me. It doesn’t feel like just dirty talk. He means it. He’s not toying with me to throw me away. Maybe he’s as crazy as me?
I suck him harder, hugging his cock with my cheeks, and in turn, he makes the hottest fucking moan and plows my mouth even faster, his balls slapping my chin time and time again. It’s such an obscene sound, but I love it, because it means he can’t help himself around me. I’m stroking up and down his thighs when he grabs my hands and forces them behind my head. In this position, using my trapped wrists as leverage, he saws into me a few final times.
And then he’s coming down my throat so hard I have cum rolling from my lips and down my chin. Maybe I have coughed a little, but only to remind him that he needs to finishinside, as he promised.
Salty, a little bitter, but because it’shiscum, I already love it. If I could see his cock, I’d stare at that beautiful monster without blinking, but since it’s in my mouth, I look up at his face instead.
Cesar is so handsome. He could be a serial killer, and I’d probably just say everyone has flaws. He has an irresistible aura of confidence, a great cock, and the way he wants me is like an aphrodisiac injected straight into my veins.
“Swallow it all, greedy boy,” he grunts, closing his eye in bliss.
That’s it. Enjoy yourself in my body, I think, watching him stand over me with his eye closed. I can’t call needing to keep my mouth this wide open comfortable, but I would have gladly let him have another go if there was still some cum left in him.
He seems to be done though, and pulls out of my mouth before descending to the couch right at my side.
I’m so disheveled, my jaw aches, but I instantly put my naked legs over him and wrap my arms around his neck. We stay like that for a while, his hand lazily sliding under my hoodie to caress me to his heart’s content. He has no idea how starved I am for affection.
When I find my voice, it’s a little raspy. “How does it feel to fuck on a Sunday?” I tease even though what he told me about his connection with Sullivan is fucked up. I wish I could shoot the fucker again.
His eye opens wide, sharp as an arrow headed straight for my heart. “It… it’s amazing. I feel as if you sucked all the tension out of my body,” he adds, offering me a roguish smile that makes him look like a main character from one of the pirate-themed romance books my mom used to have in the attic.
“And on Fridays… how did things look for you?” I ask, desperate to know everything about him.
Some people dislike sharing, but he smiles and pulls me into his lap, as if he is as greedy for my touch as I am for his.
“Bars, saunas, apps. I liked going to orgies, because they made me feel like I got the most out of that one night,” he says as if that was everyone’s idea of weekend fun.
I’m no prude, but heat still crawls up my neck when I imagine him at an orgy, fucking three guys in a row. Hecouldhave the stamina for that. “Oh. And… is that something you’re very into? Orgies?” A cold knot tangles in my guts. I don’t want to share him.
He shrugs, burying his face in my cheek and breathing in my drying sweat. “Not particularly, no. But I only had Fridays, and most people don’t have enough stamina to match me.”
I smile atmy manand stroke his hair. “I think I might. You’re gonna have to test it. So no boyfriends?” Which makes me both sad for him, and kind of giddy I’m the first.
He shakes his head before sampling my lips with the tongue he opened me up with in preparation for the face-fuck. “No. What about you? Did you leave anyone for me?”
“No, I’ve been on my own for over a year. Living out of my car hasn’t exactly been conducive to a relationship. Or I was just depressed about it. So sorry if I’m too needy—”
“I like it.”
I swallow, smiling at that reassurance. “I’ve had a lot of sex, but other than once, always with a boyfriend. I get easily attached,” I confess even though it’s like giving him ammo he can use against me. Somehow, I feel I can trust him not to. But maybe I’m stupid and naive. I’ve been burned three times, and yet, here I am, ready to give away my heart again.
He nods, gaze so sincere I wish to hide in its shadows. “I feel attached to you too.”
“Maybe it was meant to be then,” I whisper and leave a tender kiss on his lips. Just last night I was panicking about how much hotter he is than me, and yet now, I’m not self-conscious at all. He makes me feel comfortable as if I’ve known him for years.
Cesar sighs. “In that case, I’ll test your stamina every day.”
I stroke his face and raise my eyebrows. “What if you hit your limit first?”
